It was a fine day three weeks later when Nicholas took Brianna riding. They had been doing a lot of that lately, riding all over the nearby countryside. It was a good thing his wound had healed and he was feeling like himself again. Sometimes they walked and talked, and sometimes they rode at breakneck speed until their horses needed to rest.
Nicholas knew his wife was suffering from a restlessness, a need to keep moving, to explore rather than be confined to a life in drawing rooms and ballrooms. Once, he would have sworn that he could have returned to Cornwall and stayed there forever more, satisfied with retiring from his adventures. But that was no longer true. He understood that hunger Brianna felt to continue to sail into fresh winds and visit foreign shores. It was why he’d managed
